Thanks to Shmellington, Phantom-Roses, all-good-girls-go-to-heaven and anyone else who reviewed that I may have missed! Sorry for the lack of updates recently, but I am proud to present to you the final chapter! Also, since I'm such a horrible writer for leaving you guys hanging for such a long time, there's extras for this story on my profile. Extras like A play list and a 'cast'.

I couldn't get out of that damn hospital fast enough. I made a mental sticky-note to blow it up sometime. That would have to wait because I desperately needed another hit of my drug, anarchy.

My body was buzzing with electric adrenalin as Gen drove me home. Thanks to said adrenalin I couldn't feel the unmedicated pain shooting through my shoulder. As soon as her car slowed down in the driveway, I jumped out, ran through the door and bounded the stairs in only a few steps. I felt like a little kid going to Disney World for the first time!

I began to dig in my closet like a dog for a bone, searching for my suit. I didn't even notice that I broke a mirror while throwing a shoe behind my back, let alone that it almost hit Gen.

"Ah! There you are!" I said to myself pulling out my lucky shoes with a knife hidden inside.

I already knew where my suit was, next I just had to find my war paint. I started searching through boxes at the bottom of my closet. Their contents would have stopped any person with a conscience, but it didn't stop me. Inside those boxes are mementos from various things in my life. Things like the tassels from my high school and college graduation, ticket stubs from the midnight showings of the last three Star Wars movies that I went to with my dad and cousin, pictures of Jeremy and Genesis, pictures that Jeremy drew for me, even the t-shirt and pair of jeans I wore when Gen and I got married. I haven't worn them since, I bet I can still fit them too. At the very bottom was white and black face paint, red lip stick, and green hair dye.

"Just enough left." I said shaking a bottle of green hair dye.

I hurry into the bathroom to re-dye my hair. The green has totally faded and grown out, cut away after my last haircut. After I'm done, my hair and war paint are even more sloppily done, worse than usual. I'm just so excited! I change faster than Superman into my own costume and I'm ready to cause mass mayhem!

I bound and pound down the staircase, jingling my truck keys and Gen emerges from Jeremy's room.

"Jack, don't do this again!" she pleads.

Have you guys seen the movie 'Click'? Good, so you'll know what I'm talking about here. You know the part where Adam Sandler goes on autopilot? Yeah, I was too when I said this:

"Watch me."

I was off in my own little world when I said that. I was planning what I would do first, second and all the way to the tenth thing I would do. I was too busy to hear how insensitive I sounded.

I do love Gen, guys, my dear readers. If I knew this was going to be one of the last times would see her, I'd make it special, not in a bad way, I know what you guys are thinking! You know that stupid movie 'A Stroll to Remember' or something like that? I can't remember the name, but Gen made me see it when we were in college. She was crying and I was snoring. But! I woke up at the part where the guy was doing all that stuff for that dying girl. I would do something like that for Gen but the thing is….I can't find her bucket list…

I guess Genesis and I were destined to become the real life Padme Amidala and Darth Vader. Dear old Darth and I argued with our one and only's before we all died. Neither of us was able to tell our wives that we loved them, we were both too busy being horrible. Unlike Darth Vader, I won't be alive to see my son as a man. Really, I see myself as Darth Vader and Jeremy as Luke. Maybe Jeremy will go on to be better than I was, like Luke was able to.

Thankfully, I lived through the night after killing the mayor (is it just me, or does that guy wear eyeliner??) and raising hell. I come home late one night and Gen writing. I stand there and watch her. Something is different. She doesn't look as happy and energized as she usually does when she writes. Her finger strokes on the keyboard are slower and harder to hear when she's usually happily banging away on them. She notices that I'm watching her and sighs, saving her work. She gets up an walks to where I'm standing. She's walking like a man on his way to the electric chair. I start to open my arms to her but she stops and so do I.

"Jack…I want a divorce." She says as her words hit my like four giant bullets. Was I really that bad of a husband to her? I knew I wasn't the greatest, but I thought that Gen would always be there. I was wrong. And I was selfish.

"What are you saying, Gen?"

"I'm saying," She says, taking a calming breath. "that I don't want you around Jeremy when you're like this. It's not good for him Jack! And I'm done helping you. All I am to you is a doormat you can walk on and use! Whenever The Joker is around, I won't be." she said firmly.

"You're making me choose again, Gen…and I'm choosing you guys again." I said, taking out a bloodstained handkerchief from my pocket and wiping away my war paint.

She ran up to me, throwing her arms around my neck. "This is permanent, Jack. You can't keep going back and forth."

"We need to get out of Gotham. Me and Gotham…we're like a fly and a bug zapper." I said holding her tighter. She laughed a little.

"C'mon, lets go upstairs" I said, picking her up and carrying her up the stairs. I never meant to stay. I wasn't sure if I could live without the Joker, but I was sure that I couldn't let Ross Evans go on breathing, existing in my city. He could either my last kill or my latest. If I really couldn't live without the Joker, I would do what Batman does; keep it a secret. I highly doubt that his wife and parents know his little secret. If Gen happens to work up the courage to watch the evening news and I'm on it from the night before, I'll just tell her it was some copycats like Batman has, carrying on my legacy.

Before I left and before Gen fell asleep, we wrote a will. We kept it with all of our other important documents, but after she fell asleep, I took it, got dressed and put it in my pocket. Evan's life was down to it's last hours.

I stayed low that day and heard from my informants that Evans had created his own vigilante group against me. As darkness fell and everything bad that makes you remember why you once feared the dark came out to play, Evans wasn't hard to find.

He was rallying his so-called 'troops' in an alley. I quickly climbed the fire escape of the building that overlooked said alley and listened to Evans' plans.

"Pss…amateurs." I muttered to myself, pulling out a grenade.

"Jack!" I heard Gen call quietly.

She almost scared me. Almost. "Get the hell out of here, Gen. You don't need to see this!" I said pulling the tab and start to throw the grenade over the edge but my other hand grabs it before it falls. It was like my body was arguing with the Joker.

"Gen stop me!" I say, using my sane voice, my real voice.

She ran up to me, but the Joker had other plans. He made me throw the grenade and he started to laugh manically. The laughter acted as an warning and the group dispersed throughout the city, leaving only Evans. He got away before the grenade exploded.

"Come down here Joker and face me like a man!" Evans yelled to me.

I jumped off the edge of the buildingt, landing on a closed dumpster in the adjacent alley as Gen ran down the fire escapes.

"Pick your poison. You want me to pull out your endocrine system out through your eye sockets or your spleen out through your throat? I'm sure I can with the right amount of force and the right orifice…" I ask menacingly.

Evans didn't say anything, only pointed the gun at my wife.

"God! You're a stupid kid! First" I started to laugh. "First….ya mess with The Joker and now, you're pointing a gun at his wife! Either you're a retard or you're doing some stupid and dangerous college dare to join a frat house!"

"You killed my mother! She was a good woman! If I can't shoot you to avenge her, I'll put you in my shoes and show you how it feels to lose someone you love!" Evans yelled.

"Aww…fuck! You're getting me just as I start to get immune to my meds!" I exclaimed, pulling my hair and stomping my foot.

"What the hell does that have anything to do with it?!" Evan yelled.

"It means I still have enough human emotion to fight you for my wife's life!" I yelled in that deep, demonic voice.

I ran up to him, trying to wrestle away the gun, but Evans pulled the trigger. The bullet shot inside me, must have bounced off my spine or something because it exited my body, shooting Evans. It ricocheted off of something and killed Genesis after it killed me and Evans.

Rebecka arrived in the alley with Batman several minutes later. She gasped at the sight of her friends broken bodies. She looked at the sleeping baby in her car and felt great remorse. His parents were good people, and he'd never know that.

"His pocket." Batman said.

Rebecka nodded, finding a piece of printer paper in his vest pocket. She could barely read the note with teary eyes.

Rebecka,

If anything ever happens to the both of us, keep Jeremy and any other children we may have. Raise them as your own. Never tell them the sins of their father or the enabling ways of their mother. Always know, that now, we're at peace.

Your Friends,

Jack and Genesis Napier.

"Do whatever the note tells you. I'll handle the police." Batman said.

Rebecka nodded and get into her car. As she drove, she looked at Jeremy in the rearview mirror. He was hers now. She smiled as tears fell down her cheeks, she knew that Genesis would do the same for her. She would miss Genesis greatly, even miss Jack, but she knew that they lived on in their son. And that was all that mattered.